Gung Foo

[Black Josh]

Yo r kid, twist the spliff spark it

Hit it like the target, embers on the carpet

Leaving burn holes at your ma's crib

While you listen to us barring

With the hardest instrumentation on a Xanny bar binge

Black lungs, got a Cali pack where my heart is

I ain't playing games, can't use a SEGA with this cartridge

Load it up it's tearing through your arteries, human carcass

Pollute your harvest, food's a bargain, pub bash for you to party

Starving, got a load on my plate

I'm sick, I don't know what I've ate

I'm throwing up both my middle fingers in your face

Bitch, you got the dough? This ain't a date

Safe, you thought we were but we ain't

Far from a saint, a YSL t-shirt on me faith

That's a YungSwegLawd bootlеg that we made

In Mannyfornia dreaming of Californian flavеs

[Lee Scott]

I'm struttin' like, Money Mike, I cut your kite strings

And pin down a butterfly's wings just in case

Now teach me some shit I can unlearn

Went to paradise, got this blistering sunburn

And some Camel lights, duty free not ASDA price

You ain't schooling me I'm Schoolly D

Due to all these women and this whiskey I've been drinkin'

I forgot which one of ya's I was subliminally dissing

You love us but we hate you, I freebase glue

And scream over your records like DJ Clue?, Clue?

Rock Gucci like I'm bougie but I'm a cheapskate too

They're like 'you got that shit off Milk for free, mate', true

I make the type of shit to turn your Green Day blue

If we break through then it's fucked up for everybody

You better lock me in a room and pray for doomsday, mate

[Sly Moon]

Ay yo you ain't shit to Mr. Sly (No)

Give you shit advice don't be thinking twice

Price on my head is minus a pence

Climbing your fence to commit a violent offence

My mind is possessed

There ain't no time in this life to repent

Yo I ain't writing ahead, uh

Don't know the alphabet but got my I's on your Z

Getting high to forget my life is a mess

It's the cycle that never ends (Never)

All I need is nine pounds and I can get a Benz (Gimme that)

Dressed like a tramp setting trends

Me and this can of Kestrel are the best of friends

[Stinkin Slumrock]

This is tequila tonight so the kidda getting waved

Plus that line upon my mirror [?], I ain't tryna wait

Got a peng ting, big batty matching waist

While you pussyholes stay watching acting waste

Yeah you know that it be Slummy

Scummy swamp dweller hunting honies

But I'm on road maximizing all my money

So I'm out here with the Cult, gotta get in bulk

Gotta sell the bo. [?] gotta sell ya boat

Or something that will tingle up that nose like woah!

All up in your system like flow

Got your sister whipping up the bros. (Whipping up the bros.)

It be old news, I done poked her in the ...

'Cus the [?] be getting kinda loose

I'm a cult sag rat not coz there's nothing else to do

Apart from empty out your pockets an act a fool

I'm with the gang, don't try fucking up the mood

Nah talking ain't the option you should choose

[Milkavelli]

And yes I, do wrong tryna get right

Get right so much there's no left side

Late night 2 hour drive for some Tec and I slept twice

And did it all with no headlights

Let's call that all a test drive

I got stopped for the, told the officer

I'm used to driving on the left side

I don't know how I was let slide

Red eyes and a pint in the whip no Red Stripe

And baby I'm just tryna get high

I don't mean hello and that is why I said bye

Live your best life, I just live and let die

Roger Moore, baby, I want some more

Vans print on my pill when I'm bouncing off the walls

Shit, lock your doors

Shout Johnny Ford but fuck a Ford

I'm in the Honda Accord and I just wanna record

[King Grubb]

I introduce myself as the one with the bally on

Your shit's played out, keep calm and carry on

Evading bobbies from [?] to dam to [?] I'm godly

Rap paragon, cult propaganda song

The mastodon, man my splabs get chonged

Head blasted off of the shoulders it's sat upon

Been sky high for years now, ain't landed once

Freestyle? I hear voices and rap along

I see it now, frontpage a classic font, "The king's in town"

Me in a crown with a tree in my mouth

Tell you three's a crowd and leave with your spouse

So you need to watch out like beadle's[?] about

Smoking trees like I don't believe in the drought

Taxing g's for dirty money, cleaning them out

Don't get caught slipping

I kicked the bucket as you go to hit it

Here's a brush for your broken spirit

[Bill Shakes]

Talk is cheap like Matt's cabs

Muppets throw biguns and I see 'em backtrack

Yeah, a fiend for fat splabs

Tape [?] and [?] your wax dabs

Uh, in the Fiat hatchback

Folding your bird like an IKEA flatpack

Guaranteed the last laugh

Taxing cream from fat cats and cheese from rat traps

Booze and drugs, shrooms and dust

You can die son, I'll vacuum it up

Yeah, liquid in the time sink a pint

Cult sag run and sniff the finish line